My head was spinning as I closed the door behind me. I could hardly believe we even had the conversation we just did, and that I'm actually going out to look for a woman for a threesome with my wife – if I can find her for tonight.
A thousand things are going through my mind. How am I going to find a girl at all, much less one who will do what we want? How will I be able to tell her I need to take her home right now? Where am I going to find a girl with piercings and tattoos?
As I'm driving and thinking of this "problem," I find that I'm driving to the Club district downtown. That's as good a place as any to look, I suppose. I park and go into a club I'd been in only once before – I didn't care for the music then. But now, I had a purpose. I needed to find a hot, gorgeous tattooed young woman with piercings – and who was kinky. And available right now. Prospects weren't looking too good.
I went into the club, and headed straight for the bar. I knew I'd need a few shots of liquid courage to pull this off. I was skirting the dance floor and about halfway to the bar when I saw her. I was shocked; she looked like the perfect woman for our needs. And she was here, now.
I stared at her as I walked. Her hair, while dark, had almost multicolor tones – with a lot of red. I could see a tattoo on her chest where her shirt hung low, showing great cleavage. She turned more in my direction and I stopped in shock: she had several piercings in her lips, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. I found myself wondering how those piercings in her lips would feel....
I realized I needed some type of approach. I couldn't just walk up and tell her "I need to take you home to my wife." Or could I? Possibilities raced through my mind. She was perfect for us, and I didn't want to blow it. I walked up to the bar next to her without glancing her way. She was talking to a cute blonde, and I didn't want to ruin my chances by barging in.
I ordered my drink, and asked the bartender what she was drinking. I ordered one of those as well. Armed with both drinks, I turned toward her. I held hers out to her, and simply said to her, "I'd kick myself forever if I didn't at least introduce myself. My name is Rick."
She took the drink with a smile, and said "Hi Rick. I'm Emily."
Looking at her straight on revealed just how lovely she really was. I was turned on, and I knew my wife would be too. She then pointed to my ring, and, to my surprise, said simply, "Married?" I was really surprised she didn't say more, or look disgusted and leave. Instead, she just waited for my answer.
I had the sense that the truth is the only thing that would work with her, so I told her "Yes, and that's why I'm here."
That obviously piqued her interest, but she did look a bit confused at my answer. I decided to lay the cards out on the table. I told her, "The truth is my wife sent me out to find a woman for a threesome tonight. I came here first, and immediately saw you. You're exactly who she asked for: a gorgeous woman with piercings and tattoos."
Emily was a bit taken aback by my forward, truthful explanation, but I could tell she appreciated my honesty. She was quiet for a moment, and said, "Tell me about her."
I took this as a good sign. "Well, she has dark brown hair, a great figure, and she wants us to try sex with another woman. In particular, she wants to eat out another woman and have a woman eat her out while I watch. And, she wants to see me fuck her too."
I could see Emily digesting this, and thinking. She was quiet for a while – about 2 minutes. Then she looked me in the eyes and said only "OK."
I was flabbergasted. "Really? You're sure you're OK with that? I should also tell you that we're not into "plain vanilla" sex. We like it a bit more...aggressive."
Emily didn't bat an eye. "That's good," she said with a smile, "I don't like vanilla either."
We left, and I brought her to my car. I opened the door, watching her legs in her short skirt as she got in. 'Those are damn sexy legs' I thought. I wondered if she'd let me feel them while we're driving... but asking that could be risky.
I got in and started driving home. To my surprise, Emily turned in her seat and flashed me. It was dark, but I could see just a bit as we passed streetlights – enough to see that she had no panties – and was completely shaved. Then she shocked me. "Wanna feel?"
I didn't say anything – I wasn't sure I could. I just reached out and placed my hand on her thigh. I started stroking it, and it was soft and smooth. I got more daring, and slid my hand all the way to her pussy. I felt a hard bump and flicked it – and realized that her clit was pierced. She let out a soft moan as I flicked her clit, and I could feel her hips start to move.
I let my other fingers dance over her pussy lips as I kept flicking her clit. Her hips were really rolling; she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her. My fingers were wet, but I didn't want her to cum – yet. I stopped the flicking, and withdrew my hand. I put it to my nose, breathing in her fragrance – and it was lovely.
Then she grabbed my hand, and deep throated my fingers, licking her wetness off them. I noticed my cock was hard, and straining against my pants. So did she. Looking at me, she said, "I think we're going to have fun tonight."
I didn't say anything; I didn't want her to know how nervous I really was. After all, there were a lot of ways this could go badly. I put that thought out of my mind. Fortunately, we were almost home and there was no real chance to back out now... and I honestly didn't want to. The idea of fucking Emily, slamming her with my hard cock, feeling her pierced lips around my cock, had me more turned on than I've been in years.
I pulled in our driveway and shut off the car. I thought about asking once more if she was OK with this, but I didn't want to give her the chance to back out. So instead, I got out and walked around to open her door. She flashed her bare pussy at me once more as she got out. My heart was pounding so hard I wondered if she could hear it.
I opened the door and Emily walked in behind me. My wife was right there standing in the living room. I looked at her, and her jaw dropped when she saw Emily. I said only, "Karen, this is Emily."